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I. THE BASICS
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Eliana Genevieve Reynolds
El | Eli | Ellie | Reynolds | never ana or she won't answer.
Her | Hers | She
date of birth:
Dorchester, Boston, MA
Thomas J. Kenney Elementary School (K-5; T-ball, softball, soccer)
Lilla G. Frederick Pilot School (6-8; girl's soccer, tennis for two weeks, softball)
Jeremiah E. Burke High School (9-12; girl's soccer; volleyball; graduated 2014 with a 3.02 G.P.A.)
Ashwick Valley Community College (Fall '15 - Spring '16)
Harding University (Fall '16 - Present; girl's soccer; Majoring in Athletic Training)
Delivery for louie's pizza | Housekeeper at the Elizabethan
II. PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
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Slim | Athletic
Sporty - Casual when just doing errands / class. Her typical style is just wearing a t-shirt/tank with jeans because she prefers comfort. She'll dress up slightly when going out.
favorite physical aspect:
Small scar on her jaw from a soccer incident, and a small scar in her ear from when she had the chicken pox.
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Sarah Reynolds (née Brown) - birth mom (b: 1975, d: 2014) | Troy Reynolds - assumed dad (b: 1974, d: 2014) | Anatoly Volkov - birth dad (b: 1975, d: 1999)
Noah Reynolds - brother (b: 1995, d: 2014)
Max Reynolds - brother (b: 1994, d: 2014)
Sebastian Reynolds - adopted brother (b: 1992, d: 2014)
Anthony Reynolds - adopted brother (b: 1992, d: 2014)
significant other: RYAN KRAUSE
relevant past relationships:
Isaiah Edwards (stalker ex)
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Working | Sports | Staying healthy | Going out
Watching TV | Being bored | Failing | Being told what to do
Adventurous | Athletic | Disciplined | Genuine | Brave
Short tempered | Arrogant | Impatient | Distrustful | Unforgiving
Nice guys | Romance
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Sail by AWOLnation
Rocky - all
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Doesn't want to believe in love
Thinks beliefs in the supernatural is for movies.
"Not the first half you might have expected, even though the score might suggest that it was."
~ John Motson
What is your greatest fear? Do you have any irrational phobias? How do they affect you on a daily basis?
"Can you ask one question at a time? What is my greatest fear? That life is pointless. That's how it kind of feels at times when I look back on it. I'm not suicidal or anything, I just wonder what it's going to be like years from now when I see what I've accomplished and what I haven't. What if I'm still in the same place kind of thing? Irrational phobias...doubtful. How did I answer this last time? Oh. Is being fearful of fire really that phobic, though? Fires get started so easily because people are dumb and can't do shit right. I hate mostly anything with fire involved. What was the third part? Oh, right....how they affect me. Well you don't see me lazing about and watching my life fall apart, do you? At least, not anymore. It's still kind of a worry of mine because I don't know what I'm doing with my life, but no one else needs to know that. As for fire, I suppose I'm missing out on things that others might enjoy...whatever that might be. I don't have any examples because nothing about fire sounds joyful to me."
What is your view on love? Have you ever been in love? Would you consider yourself a romantic?
"It doesn't last. People don't know how to stay loyal and those that do, get it ruined for them in some way. Can you ever really trust someone anymore? I don't know, love's great and all, feels good, but I haven't seen many people stay together. It's why I stay out of it....yeah I've been with the same guy for...oh...almost a year, but we're not together...and it sure as hell isn't love. Why look for something that feels good but won't last? It'll only hurt worse in the end. Ultimately, you gotta protect yourself, right? Have I been in love? I wouldn't say that in the slightest. I don't even know what it is, I guess...because can't sleep, can't eat, obsessed over one person to the point of jealous endeavors sounds lame as hell and I have better things to do with my time. If anybody can consider me a romantic, they must be high. There was a time I thought my parents were in love, and maybe they were. But when you're a kid that grows up watching your mom cheat on your dad time and time again and he does nothing but turn the other cheek...that's love? Or maybe love is when my dad waited on my mom hand and foot, breaking his back to provide for her only to get nothing in return, that's love? Either way, if you don't let yourself fall for the lie that love is good, then you'll be good. Is that sufficient to answer your question?"
What do you like most about yourself? What do you wish you could change about yourself? Have you taken any steps to make those changes?
"Why do you always ask questions in three's? What's there not to like? What did I possibly say last time that I thought I could change about myself? Trust issues, that's a joke. Trusting leads to love, doesn't it? I trust people that are trustworthy, end of it. So, what I like most about myself would still have to be my athleticism. Getting back into soccer this year after the brief hiatus when my family died has been really good for me. I knew I missed it, but I really missed it. If I had to change one thing, I'd probably become a better cook because dried Ramen only goes so far. When I last took this survey, I wanted to be friendlies and more open...I guess I did that because I have some friends in Ashwick, and not just because of the soccer team. As for cooking, nope. I have taken no steps to change that about myself and I probably won't."
What's been your biggest success / failure in life up to now? Why do you consider it to be the biggest success / failure?
"Biggest success...my life. I said before that my biggest success was moving out this way, but I would say now that my biggest success is that I'm still going, that I've made it past the hardest part of my life and I'm...I guess I'm happy now...and I don't feel guilty for it anymore. Getting over the loss of my family when it was so unexpected...that was really hard. I guess there were days that I actually could have said I didn't like myself. All I did was go out with people I didn't like and work until I slept. I thought I was content like that, successfully having pushed everyone out of my life that was there, but then I found those journal entries from mom and the bank account and it made me get back up again. My biggest failure would be the same. If you could have seen me even two years ago, it'd be different. Oh god, I don't even want to recap it. As my dad would have said, I let a bad circumstance dictate the outcome. I don't think I ever knew what he meant until...well, right now."
What's the toughest decisions you have ever had to make? How did you determine which choice to make?
"I got rid of all my family's stuff...well, most of it. I kind of went through a stage where I wanted to keep it all...and I did. I left it all in the house that I grew up in. I guess one could say that my family was relatively wealthy, as I kept the house far longer than I should have, but then I just let it go. It was what helped me to come out this way, so in a way, it was the right thing to do...but I'd be lying if I said I didn't think about it sometimes and the things that I tossed that I wish I kept. Do you know how hard it is to get rid of everything that someone you once loved and cared for owned? It's like throwing away the memories...kind of feels like you're giving up on them. Honestly, I probably made that choice because I was hungover and making bad choices at the time...though it ended up being a good choice now....thankfully, or I'd be pissed."
"Don't get your hopes up..."
All she wanted was to follow in her brothers footsteps, to become someone of importance to the world. Whereas they were popular in the large city for their charismatic behavior and boisterous, yet amusing, personalities, she wanted something bigger. The brunette was not all too fond about being famous for acting, like some socially awkward individual that lived on a stage being someone that they weren't, or for rising the ranks in politics like some coward that could only voice what it is that others wanted to hear. From as long as she could remember, she was taught to be herself, no matter the cost, to follow after her interests, even if it meant leaving others behind. It was what she was thinking about as she tightened her bright cleats on her feet, slightly worn from much usage over the past few months. This is what she wanted to be famous for...to be a professional soccer player, owning the ball like she had her whole life. She was a big dreamer when it came to getting what she wanted, her determination refusing the reverse.
This game was precisely where she was going to get her name known, the game that scouts from all over would be attending. Rumor had it, even a scout or two from the professionals would be there, though her dad already made it clear that she was at least going to be doing a year at a college before pursuing any other dreams. No, she dreamed even bigger, confident in her ability. She wanted to play in the Olympics, and that was where she was going to aim. She would keep that dream to herself for the moment as she adjusted her socks over her pads, her last step to getting prepared for the game of the season. Joining, the others on the team, the ones that, although friends, were also pawns in her greatest dream, she hyped them up with her own readiness for the game.
She peered out at the stands before they ventured out, her coach from the past four years approaching from behind. It was a woman she confided in many, many times that soccer was her dream. She understood the rarity of being a female athlete in a male-dominated world, but it was a challenge she would rise to. "Don't get your hopes up," the woman said as she peered at her clipboard, waiting for their time to enter the field. However, it was the push that Eliana needed, someone not having as much faith in her as she had, the only thing that would push her harder, a strong desire to prove others wrong when they doubted her. The game that progressed from that moment was her best game, the scout's approval coming from all of the right places.
"Don't give up at halftime. Concentrate on winning the second half."
~ Paul Bryant
Oh no! You're going to die in 5 minutes and only have time to make one phone call. Who do you call? What do you say to them? Do you cry?
"My first thought was to call Ryan...but it should be to call my actual birth dad, whom I just found out existed as of recent (okay, it was the whole reason I came to Ashwick to find out if it was true). I know I should call him, but I guess I still don't know him well enough yet. I don't even know his number, actually. It's weird you know. I had a dad...we were really close. Being the only daughter in a house filled with sons...just happens. I don't know what I expect to happen in this new family. I would call Ryan, but I probably wouldn't even tell him I was dying. I don't want an emotional goodbye, though it probably wouldn't be. I would just tell him that....he sucks and should get out of Ashwick and live a little. He's too serious. I wouldn't cry, I don't think. I haven't exactly been in this situation before so that I know what I would do. Crying's not really my thing."
Whoops, you bought a boat. What do you name it? Why?
"This is such a dumb question. I am not wasting money on buying a boat, thanks. On top of that, I'm not wasting my time in trying to come up with a name for said boat."
If you could commit any crime without consequence, would you? What crime would you commit?
"Wouldn't anyone? What's the point of labeling things as criminal unless there are people in this world that would commit it? I would probably steal, because if I can get away with it, why spend my money when I can be using it for something more useful?"
If you could have any superpower, which would you want and why would you want it? Would you use it for good, or for evil purposes?
"Hm. I would want the ability to...well, the healing thing seems useful. I wouldn't want supernatural speed or strength, no matter how cool that kind of sounds, because then people might not think I can beat them in soccer fairly."
If you could do anything you wanted right now, what would it be? What's stopping you from doing it?
"I would be playing professional soccer. I missed my chance when I took a year off. Guess you gotta grow up to reality some day."
"I'm sorry to inform you, but..."
Lights peaked from behind the large white clouds, another hot day in a heatwave for the busy city of Boston. Dried grass could be seen for miles, not enough rain during the summer to keep it well-watered, and not enough funds to keep the sprinklers accommodating the thirst of the ground. Car doors could be heard repeatedly slamming as the busy workers of the city started their journey to another long day to provide for their families to remain on top of the expenses that the economy continuously provided; cries of babies could be heard piercing the sky as they announced their waking moments to an over-exerted father and an exhausted mother; children buried their heads underneath their pillows to block out the light to continue their lengthy sleep, catching up on snooze before the school year would start again; the busy ants bustled throughout the ground to create the home that they so desired, readying for the days ahead; and wild turkeys made their way through the town, deliciously thankful that it was not yet their dreaded holiday. The day was like any other, no expectation that it would be different as Eliana drove back from dropping her parents and brothers at an airport for them to start a vacation without her, her sunglasses flipped over her eyes to block out the sun that had officially risen into the heights of the sky, another day officially begun for the city of her home.
She had three days to wait before she took her own flight to California, to the school that had accepted her as a student come the fall on a full-ride scholarship for soccer. She had always been attracted to California, a place on the opposite side of the country, a new beginning that she didn't really need other than her sense of spontaneity clearly speaking to her. The school would help her on her path to becoming a professional athlete, the only thing of interest to her, much to her well-off parents' dismay. Years of kicking around a soccer ball with her brothers was finally going to pay off and she was certain that nothing would hinder her from that very progress.
Her next day or so was spent working out at the gym and running around cones on her high school's soccer field to ensure she was in top condition for the training at her upcoming school. Missing a family vacation did not matter to her when it came to her soccer, her one main passion in life, until she received the dreaded news. She remembered it perfectly, the second day after she dropped her parents off, and the day before she left for California on her own adventure. A firm knock came to her door as she got ready to head out to see some friends for a last get-together before they all started the different directions in their lives. With a toothbrush still in her mouth, unashamed of answering the door like that, she opened the door to an unfamiliar face, a face she would yet to forget. It was an officer, one that claimed that he had known her father at some point and had attended family parties that she barely paid attention to while she was with her brothers trying to plan out a way to ruin said party. "I'm sorry to inform you, but..." he started, the rest of the words being the only ones that Eliana has forgotten to this day from that conversation as during the moment, her mind was already wrestling about, trying to understand the situation she was now faced with, the regret of choosing her dream career over her family, the overwhelming sorrow that nearly rendered her useless.
"The second half a man's life is made up of nothing but the habits he has acquired during the first half."
~ Fyodor Dostoevsky
Who or what inspires you? What kind of inspiration do you respond to?
"I said it before and I'll say it again....competition. If I'm competing against someone and they aren't putting forth much effort, it doesn't exactly make me want to continue. I want to win fair and square with no question of my ability. I want the other person to know that they lost. I'm not really the type to be inspired by the stories that others claim, the ones that talk about it through YouTube or whatever to get their story out. Why should someone else's success inspire me to my own when we have different lives? I know my capabilities and limits."
What are some things you look for in a friend? How about a lover? Any deal breakers?
"Trust. Don't lie to me and I'm pretty easy-going. I like people around me that aren't too serious...that can joke around and have some fun. I'm not one to want a lot of friends, more acquaintances than anything, but I like having a few people that don't come with all of the drama. I guess I look for the same in both, that would make sense, wouldn't it? Don't be annoying though. Annoying is not cute. Don't be clingy, don't be someone that just wants to sit around doing nothing. I hate doing nothing."
What kinds of things do you like to do in your free time? Are you a social butterfly, or would you rather stay home and chill by yourself?
"I like to go be active. It doesn't have to be soccer, because I guess even I need my break from that...but I like to work out and go running. I like to drink socially and people watch because they're so dumb. I like to try new things...you know, get a groupon and go sky diving or something unique. I wouldn't exactly say that I am a social butterfly, because I can't stand people that much, but I definitely do not like to stay at home and chill. It's probably why I struggle with the actual school part of school. I only manage to get the grade I need to keep playing my sports, but other than that, I cannot sit around reading a book or doing pointless assignments."
Be honest. Are you a lover or a fighter? How so?
"Lover, I guess. I don't think my responses are changing that much from what I said before. I don't go around fighting everyone. I'm opinionated, sure, but I don't like people enough to fight them...and I probably couldn't. Outside of the small fighting lessons that Ryan gave me, I'm probably really weak in that area. Instead, I just end up joking or being sarcastic to cool situations if it gets out of hand. My blunt nature has a habit of making things get out of hand but it wasn't exactly a problem before when I had my brothers around."
What's your favorite memory? Why? How about your worst memory?
"Favorite will have to be the night of my older brother's birthday. We all went out (I wasn't allowed because my dad was a bit stricter on me sometimes, but my brothers helped to sneak me out) to some Irish Pub. It was the week of St. Patty's day and if you haven't seen St. Patty's day in Boston, you don't know what you're missing. So, there's maybe...15 of us...anyway, my other brothers had a goal of getting my eldest brother shit-faced drunk so that they could make him regret it, but in the process, the Pub was giving away so much booze for real cheap and even free, so the friends kept piling it on my brothers, and there were so many contests and parties going on, and so now all of my brothers except one are soooo out of it...and my brother convinces them to go skinny dipping in a fountain in front of City Hall. The cops weren't too far along and we had to run through the streets - with people peaking their heads out of the blinds, the majority of us stark naked. We ended up hiding in a church and going out the back. It was hilarious.
My worst memory should still be obvious. When you lose all of your family at once, the one part of you that you felt would always be there, something just kind of snaps, you know? Not as many things are important anymore....all of the little things don't matter. I don't think I can ever have a worse memory than the moment that I buried my family and most of the good that was within me. I don't want to go through anything else that can even compare to that loss."
"I don't think Ana is his..."
She knew she should not have been sorting through the information yet, the feeling being much like the snooping that she was in trouble for during so many occasions. Even now, nearly a year after losing her family, it still felt foreign to her, most of their belongings officially sold from the house that she grew up in. The only boxes she kept with her in her new, barely functional, apartment was that of their personal items, like journals and pictures. A part of her wanted to get rid of the items and start anew, tired of seeing the now dusting boxes in her one closet. It was time to move on, time to give it all up and try to figure out what her life was going to be now. With everyone out of her life that she no longer wanted there, those that gave her the looks of sympathy, those that brought up memories she desperately wanted to forget, and those that tried to say they understood where she was coming from, she was ready to recreate herself.
Eliana sat on the middle of the floor, the remaining boxes surrounding her before she selected her mother's journals. There was something wrong about this, about searching through a person's utmost thoughts that they probably wanted to keep hidden. She knew a thing or two about that, not exactly a person that opened up easily to anyone, even before the events transpired. Emotions were for the weak, so she had been taught by her brothers, and she was not weak. The first journal was the hardest, her mother's voice nearly instantaneously filling her mind as her eyes moved across the words, a narration she could have done without. She read stories about her mother's clients, stories about her mother's affairs as if she wished for one day, her husband to read, and she read stories about her and her siblings, events she hadn't even known about.
Then, she read that. A simple phrase, followed by an unquenchable thirst for more information, her eyes then refusing to tear away from the pages that awoken something within her. "I don't think Ana is his...", the page read, followed by a story about the man she thought it might be, a different birth father for Eliana than her brothers, meaning they weren't her full brother. She had suspected it when she discovered the joint account that her mother had for herself and Eliana, something that she didn't find out about until after the former's death. Checks had been deposited, something that she didn't recognize at all. A name had been given, the surname aligning with what she had seen. It was then that a decision, no matter how rash, had been made.
"It ain't over, till it's over."
~ Yogi Berra
What's a book that you think everyone should read? How about a movie? An album? Why?
"I haven't read any books since the last time you asked me. Rocky is a great movie - oh, I said that last time? Well, still true. It was a good watch, what else do you want me to say? The movie really just makes you connect to this guy and want his success, I guess...won't get that in real life. I think that's the only movie I've watched more than once...and usually only when I'm sick or something."
Is the story of your life a comedy or a tragedy?
"Depends on how cynical you are. I'm not sure I would categorize it directly as either, but I guess it would be more of a tragedy than anything, with little hiccups of comedic relief. I don't know, I think what I find comedic is probably different than most. Maybe I'm the one that's a tad cynical. Sometimes I feel like it's straight out of a movie. I don't think that I refer to what happened as a tragedy anymore, though...it's just an event that happened, sucky as it was. I still miss them a lot, but being in Ashwick has helped to build...I don't know, a distance from it? I'm not passing by the house I grew up everyday. I'm not seeing the same friends I shared with my brothers every day. I'm not the gossip of a city with people treating me like I'm fragile and about to break. I probably won't ever return to Boston. Or maybe I'm just lying to myself and you, whatever. Comedy...I don't know, outside of the obvious outliers, I really enjoy my life. I'm different than how I was, but I'm fine with that. It's been a fun ride trying different things, pissing off different people, having no care. And then I guess I get a second chance at a family life? I don't know yet how that will turn out, so I'm not putting too much hope into it. Maybe my life is just a drama."
What is your honest opinion of Ashwick Valley?
"It's kind of boring. Okay, it's really boring. I like some of the people that I met, but that's about it. It's good in the sense that I get to meet my birth father...I don't know what to call him. It just had this huge fire...not really something I had to see when I lived in Boston. A small town has too much gossip though. They even have a gossip gaga thing to help those that try to stay out of the gossip. Maybe I'll switch back to a city at some point that's large enough to walk down the street without seeing someone you recognize. "
Where do you see yourself a year from now? Five years from now? Ten years?
"A year from now? Still in school. I switched my major to Athletic Training, though I didn't realize how much actual science was involved. Five years from now I'll be what, 25? 26? Professional soccer is out of the question so I guess I'll wing it...well, maybe I'll still pursue it, but I'm not that interested in it anymore. I love soccer, just...I'm not going to think too deeply into it. Ten years...36...probably knocked up and hating my life. Kidding, kind of. That's too many years away to focus on. "
What kind of child were you? Have you changed at all, or are you more or less the same?
"I was determined, adventurous, independent. I wouldn't say I've changed from that. I've changed in other ways, but not the main. I'm a bit more of an asshole than I was before. I guess I officially reached that point where it doesn't matter to me who's feelings I hurt. I'm still arrogant, so I see how I answered the last time. If I lived my life in doubt, I'd be miserable like everyone else. I think I was a bit more optimistic than I am now, but everyone grows up someday. My dreams have changed. "
What are your thoughts on your new family?
"I don't have a new family. I had a family. I haven't gone to try to meet him yet because I decided that I don't really want to meet him yet. It's kind of weird being in the same city that I believe that he is in, but I barely know what he looks like. I probably passed him at the grocery store for all I know. But he is not replacing my family; I had a good one. I had a good dad, too. But when you have lost all of your family and find out that someone exists that you might be related to after all, it changes perspective. I guess I just think that it might be nice to meet him...eventually, anyway. For now, I want to enjoy the reprieve that Ashwick has been from Boston."
"Please stay...I love you"
Eliana stared across her small apartment, the one she worked three jobs to pay for because living in her deceased parents' house was not an option. The ancient wallpaper was peeling at the edges, the ceiling yellowed from things she wouldn't even ask, the floor dampened from a recent leak from the above apartment. The windows were cracked open, the fresh air from outside moving to air out the apartment from a repeatedly dingy smell that seemed to be within the carpets. She hadn't minded when she took the cheapest apartment she could find, not one to live off of her parents wealth in the past. Her life had been relatively easy to this point. She didn't realize how much they provided until the moment came that she had provide for herself. It was as if she were a store bought fish seeing the ocean for the first time. Her cupboards were empty from the lack of cooking she was capable of, take out and Ramen Noodle aiding to her survival in the past year of hell.
Now, the boxes that she had mostly failed to unpack since she moved in, were ready to go, whether she determined dropping them off at Goodwill or making them take the trek with her across the country. Her father was in California...a small town of Ashwick Valley where the most exciting thing to have happened was some mall shoot out or something else that she briefly read, not at all too put off by it. She toyed with the idea of going to meet him, and even still, she was unsure that she wanted to...but she at least had to see him before he moved and the money she spent into finding him would go to waste. Her two weeks' notice was up at all of her jobs, and the shared townhome with a hundred other people was ready to go in California. Now, she just had to not convince herself not to go. For a year, she had felt alone, isolated from those around her. The friends that she had were now awkward, and her new 'friends' were certainly not the people she would go introducing to her parents, even if she could. Hurt, she had spent her time working or out at a party, for the first time ever getting wasted because it was the way she knew how to best get over the hurt.
Her nerves were on high as she stared at her belongings before hearing a small ding on her phone, an indication of an incoming text. Slowly, Eliana moved to grab her phone from the small counter, her eyes glancing over the text. "Please stay...I love you," it read, her mind being made up. With that, Eliana moved from heavy contemplation over the past year to determination on the future without Boston.
name or alias: ann
contact info: PM or Discord as Elizabeth_Ann7
how you doin'?: fantastic!
is your member directory up to date?: i think so?
anything else?: sorry y'all, I didn't see that her original birth father was changed, so I'm switching fams. You'll see changes in the familial section of page 1, the additional question of 'What do you think about meeting your new family' 'Biggest Success', 'Who are you going to call in 5 minutes', 'Favorite Memory', & 'Like about Ashwick' on page 2.
eliana was my first rp character (under a different name) on a site i was on before htb, so her story is altered based on this site's plot. really, she's just my fallback character. i chose to do the interview app for her because that seemed the easiest at the time in getting to know her.
22 years old
Her | Hers | She
Louie's pizza | Housekeeper | Athletic Training Intern
It's complicated with ryan krause